Calvinism is trying to introduce your Confederate Civil War reenactment garb into role-playing in the bedroom: “My dear lady belle, I do believe big General Lee needs to release his musket in your sweet Georgia muffin…”
Calvinism is “celebrating” the Sadbbath.
Calvinism is celebrating the victory of “converting” your “Arminian” girlfriend, assuring you it’s safe to pursue marital regeneration.
Calvinism is secretly hoping for the saintly intercession of the Armenian Rushdoony, converting Armenian Kim Kardashian to Calvinism, through a chance glance at your blog.
Calvinism is writing a letter of writ created with ink and quill and getting it notarized to excommunicate a teenager for an erection.
Calvinism is spending 12 hours a day on your blog and Facebook decrying the ills of modern life and technology.
Calvinism is all generic ass guys with generic ass names like Joe, Gary, Steve, Doug and Craig.
Calvinism is sneaking a cigarette with RC Sproul on a golf course and thinking about how he looks like Columbo.
Calvinism is the group that prays impreccatory prayers on the Church that rents the building out to them on Sunday.
Calvinism is renting out a 3000 seat convention center for 20 people for your postmillennial conference.
Calvinism is the same fifty nerds all bumping into each other through multiple aliases they made online.
Calvinism is getting angry at this post and responding on your blog in outdated early 17th century pamphleteering-speak with a title like, “Summary Rebuttal, Rebuke and Refutation of the Multitudinous Nefarious and Noxious Scandals Propounded by the Noted Apostate Haeretick Jay’sAnalysis.com”